Breakroom Confession

You swore you saw the sky

In a break-room vending glow

(But you never went)

An apartment doorway, keys in your hand Another voice note sent from

a distant land

Talking about the coast where you never stood

Trying to make the stories sound real and good

And the phone screen shines so bright

In the shadow of the hall tonight

You swore you saw the sky

In a break-room vending glow

But you never went to Rome

And you never left your home

Now the static hangs in the chilly air

Just another fictional map you share

Standing in the frame where the shadows meet

Listening to the hum of the quiet street

(But you never went)

(No, you never went)